The Strongest Magician of Gods

"Elementalists' magical constitutions are more compatible with the magic of the heavens, and their attack patterns will undergo a qualitative change. My lord, can we truly accomplish such a task?"

Startled by the question, Peng Zu stood up and spoke. At this moment, he felt a sense of fear towards the elementalists. According to ancient history, elementalists were born with the curse of the devil, a power that was bloodthirsty, terrifying, and extremely cruel.

This question chilled all four of them, and the old man's face showed displeasure.

"Hmph, elementalists are powerful, but you are all genius warriors on my magical continent. Where is your spirit of strength? A mere title has frightened you into this state. I am ashamed."

The old man lamented that they were all highly talented senior mages who had been famous in Austin City for many years, but as such geniuses, they had not developed the heart of a true strongman.

"Since its founding, the Soul Stealing Hall has fought countless battles, large and small, without ever showing any fear. Now that the elementalists have invaded Austin City, shouldn't you, as a high-ranking mage of Austin City, do something? If you are so afraid of death, why did you choose to join the Soul Stealing Hall?" The old man glared, his anger, which had been building up among the various forces, erupting forth.

Luo Xiu sensed something was wrong and his eyes flickered slightly.

"My lord, there is no need to be angry. We accept this mission."

Luo Xiu spoke up; if the argument continued, something terrible would happen.

However, Peng Zu looked embarrassed as Luo Xiu agreed.

"Very good."

The old man was furious, but his expression softened a bit when he saw Luo Xiu agree.

After a long discussion, about an hour later, the old man left behind a scroll and departed.

After the old man left, Luo Xiu opened the mission scroll, which contained information gathered by various forces.

As night fell, four figures emerged from the restaurant, mounted their magical brooms, and together they streaked across the starry night sky.

Mo Bei and his companions sped onward, continuing their journey deeper into the Magic Forest.

The magic forest is vast, with long, intersecting mountain ranges stretching as if without end, and dense, ancient trees growing tall and lush.

"Luo Xiu, why did you interrupt me just now? This mission involves elementalists, and it's too dangerous for just the few of us."

On the way, Peng Zu, not being poor, glared at him angrily.

"How dangerous is it? Are there any missions issued by the Soul-Seizing Hall that aren't dangerous?" Luo Xiu replied casually.

“But…but this time is different,” Peng Zu said excitedly.

Luo Xiu rolled his eyes, his long, black hair flying in the air.

"I don't feel anything different. I'd like to meet those elementalists and see if they are really as powerful as recorded in ancient history."

"interesting"

Luo Xiu said nonchalantly. In his view, as long as there was performance, any task was worth taking the risk for. Besides, how strong could a few elementalists of the same level be?

At this moment, Mo Bei hid in the back and did not speak. From his perspective, Yu Bingbing was mostly silent, but she always stayed close to Peng Zu.

But Luo Xiu was clearly different. He was arrogant, focused solely on performance, and possessed great strength.

After an unpleasant chat, the group flew off quickly.

According to the information recorded in the mission scroll, Mo Bei's identity has changed to that of a commoner, and his name has also been changed to Niu Er.

Mo Bei pondered. The Soul-Seizing Hall had infiltrated them in just a few days and secretly concealed the identities of the four of them. This showed that the Soul-Seizing Hall had been prepared for this, but Mo Bei had only joined by chance.

Meanwhile, far away at the magic academy, Eiffel listened in astonishment to the necromancer's secret report.

"This guy left the Angel Gate and then joined the Soul Stealer's Hall. What's he trying to do? Does he not want me to help him?" Eiffel said angrily.

“Miss, from the information I’ve gathered, this Mo Bei is not simple either. It seems someone is deliberately concealing his information,” the old mage said, bowing.

"Oh, who is it? You've found out. I really thought he was just a commoner who had worked hard to cultivate his way up. Well, with his talent, it's inevitable that he'll be recruited by other forces. I just don't know which force it is, and why they're helping him cover it up. Are they deliberately hiding the secret of Mo Bei's physique?" Eiffel asked in surprise.

"Based on the current intelligence, Mo Bei has shown no signs of joining any faction in recent years. Moreover, judging from the way that person concealed himself, this person knows him very well, otherwise he wouldn't have paved the way for Mo Bei so familiarly. This person should not be the one behind the scenes; there should only be one person. I am currently investigating. Judging from how diligently this person has concealed Mo Bei's identity, he should not have any intention of harming him," the old master continued.

"Who could it be?" Eiffel recalled the scene of their first meeting when Mo Bei entered Austin Magic Academy. He was a shy little boy who had grown into a young man in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, right, I seem to remember, a few years ago, a chubby magician brought him here to test his magical talent. Go look into that person and see if you can find anything."

As Eiffel recalled, he suddenly remembered that when Mo Bei enrolled in school, a magician had vaguely escorted him there, so he immediately recalled it.

"Yes"

The old monk bowed and gradually disappeared from the teaching building.

At this moment, Eiffel pushed up the glasses on the tip of his nose, his expression slightly somber.

"This kid is hiding something from me!" Eiffel sighed, wondering what she was thinking.

Meanwhile, deep within the magic forest, Mo Bei was completely oblivious to all of this.

Before me stood a dense forest, tall and vigorous, with rows of smoke rising from its depths.

Many novice mages rode brooms and flew in from all directions, gathering here.

It's hard to imagine that such an ancient building exists deep within the Magic Forest, where a beautiful magician waits in the front hall to receive magicians who have flown in from all over.

"Finally arrived! I never dreamed I'd join the Soul Stealing Hall, a top-tier power. Even if I never have the potential to reach a higher level of magic in this lifetime, as long as I'm in the Soul Stealing Hall, my family's life will be much more comfortable. It's been a worthwhile life, truly a worthwhile life!"

A commoner-looking novice mage, his eyes gleaming with green light, was filled with surprise and delight. With his magical talent, reaching the novice mage level at the age of thirty-six was already the limit. However, a few days ago, a big shot from the Soul-Seizing Hall wanted to find some menial disciples among them, so all the mages with low talent, including him, were moved.

Surprise and unexpected joy filled their hearts.

"Who can argue with that? In my life, even without the extraordinary talent to cultivate magic, I will strive. As long as I can enter the Soul-Seizing Hall, even as a menial disciple, I will not abandon my ideals." Another commoner spoke at length about his lifelong ambition, moving a group of mages to tears.

The common people on the magical continent once lived lowly lives. They were unwilling to be driven by fate. From the moment they became magicians, their status changed. They only wanted to climb the great tree of the Soul-Seizing Hall and advance to a higher level.